Scientists say it’s turning in circles; Spinning,
quarterly it asks
“do you notice me?”
I pitter-patter, snowflakes, droplets of water,
I disappear and blaze warmth.
“Surely you feel that?”
Today the cloud wrings free
the heaviness of it’s heart,
stand still a moment;
Pause, stay still. Longer even.
The revolution heals.
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